How I Relax

I know I’m an arsehole. It’s why I’m successful. I’m at the top of my game and I’ll be retired and living the dream somewhere in the Caribbean being fed grapes by some pretty young lady by the time I’m 40, but for now, I can’t slow down. I’m relentless in my own work and apply that to everyone who works with me. I have a reputation for never compromising and always coming out on top. A few of my friends have tried to set me up on blind dates, thinking that they are being helpful and that it will help me relax, but they don’t understand.

To keep my fire burning, I need refuelling from time to time. I may appear extraordinary, but I don’t have superpowers. I need my downtime like everyone else. I just have to make the best use of that time so that I feel recharged and can continue to make shitloads of money for my clients and myself. I just have a peculiar approach to unwinding. I’m not sure that it’s as peculiar as most people think it is though because there is a whole industry out there providing for our specialist needs.

I’m talking about domination and bondage. After trying everything from yoga to opium, I discovered that the only way I could relax is if I were forced to. Something about me means that as soon as I start to chill, I get hit with a huge wave of guilt. Like I’m wasting my life and every moment counts. So, I never let myself just be me, Hugo. I’m not quite sure who I am anymore, but there will be plenty of time for that later. What I do know right now is what I have to do so that I can function at the highest level. I have to be forced to relax.

The reason I know that there are a lot of men out there just like me is because of the number of amazing women I’ve met who do very well by offering their skill sets to men, just like me. I’ve been doing this for a couple of years now. Sometimes I go once a month, but occasionally I go more often. I have even indulged in one or two whole weekends when I was going through a period that was far more taxing than normal.

While I have absolutely no shame about how I like to relax and spend my time, I am quite aware that not everyone is so open minded. So, it’s highly important that I keep my escapades discreet and private. This is why I’ve learned how important it is to work with an agency that understands the needs of a wide variety of clients, professionally. That’s why my go to place is Cleopatra Escorts.

No matter how tempting it has been, I know it’s not in my interest to get into anything complicated in respect to my BDSM activities, even though I’ve wanted to commit to serving one or two unbelievably gifted Dommes I’ve met. I just don’t have the time to get attached. I don’t want to go to parties because it would be quite awful if I bumped into anyone I knew from work, or a client even. I can’t even imagine.

I just want to be able to arrange to have my needs taken care of by a professional, who understands how to make a man like me relax, who knows how to make a man like me let go and who can excite, exhaust and satiate me, while leaving me energised and like a weight has been lifted from my shoulders. Cleopatra Escorts always has some of the most talented and enthusiastic Mistresses available for dates. They provide excellent information in advance about the Mistress’s skills, toys and preferences. This means that whenever I want to try something new or feel it’s time to move on to someone else so I don’t feel tempted to make promises I can’t keep, which as any submissive knows, is a real risk – I can find exactly what I need.

You’re probably wondering why it’s often successful, wealthy and even good looking men like me who love spending time being dominated. It’s because we’re always on duty. The proverbial ‘buck’ always stops with us. We beat ourselves up if we don’t live up to our unimaginably high standards. So, if we can find someone, especially someone attractive, who can make us let all of that go, even if just for an hour or a day, no matter what they have to do to accomplish that, then that is our true sanctuary. When I hand control over to a Domme, from the very first moment, I feel free. I know it’s only fleeting, but that’s all I need. Fleeting is sufficient in my life and in my world.

I am well aware that this is a need I will always have. Between my rather unpleasant disposition and my ‘special’ recreational needs, I doubt I’m marriage material. My parents are both dead and so I have no one to disappoint by not having kids. My sister doesn’t want kids either, so I guess it’s all worked out. You might be tempted to try to psychoanalyse me to work out where my unrealistically high expectations and bad attitude came from, but you’ll fail. I had a perfect family and have no history of weirdness of any kind, much less sexually.

I did go to boarding school, so there is that, but it doesn’t really matter. I am what I am. I like what I like and once I’m on that Caribbean island, I suspect I’ll be a much more pleasant bloke to be around. Let’s just hope I can meet some island Dominatrixes!